Browsing through the pile of books at Connaught place in October 2006,my eyes fell on a book titled MEENA KUMARI KI SHAAYRI compiled by Gulzar. Meena Kumari, the poet, was a surprise and Gulzar, the attraction. I couldn’t resist. Going through her compositions, i was able to realise the extent of pain and loneliness she had undergone. She has couched her pain in words so inimitably that i would call her poems “The voice of pain”. A few are selected here for you all. 1.Lamhe Kai lamhe barsaat ki boondein hai Naakabiley-giraft Seene par aakar lagte hai Aur haat badha Ki is se pehle Fisal kar toot jaate hai 2. khaali dukaan Waqt apni dukaan kyon sajaaye baita hai Mere saamne…? Who cheezein jinki kharidaar thi mein Kahan hai..? Ye masnui masarthon ke khilouney Shohrath ke ye kaagazi phool Aur doulat ki ye momi gudiyan Jo sheeshe ki almaariyon mein band hai (ki kisi ke chhoo lene se pighal jo sakti hai) Yeh woh cheezein nahi hai jinhe mein khareedna chaahoon Pyaar ka ek khubsurat khwab Jo meri sulagti hui aankhon mein tandak bhar de Mohabbat ka ek purthapaak lamha Jo meri bechain rooh ko pursukoon kar de Bas inhi ek-do cheezon ki mein kharidaar thi Aur waqt ki dukaan in cheezon se khaali nikli